barrrrtendaCrush

Im guilty. I am totally crushing on this bartender I met a few weeks ago.

I surely hope I haven’t shown it, but geewiz, I leave with a permanent smile–it hurts my face.

Sadly, he is departing form the bar I frequent.

Anyway, me and my bar buddy found out about the news in regards to him leaving and we were like “nooooooooo, who will make us our drinks? what are going to do without you?”

He had then replied saying something along the lines of.. “I suppose I will be on the other side with you” [other side of the bar]

We were pretty loaded, and we did leave our emails for the chap. So the next time we stopped in he was saying how he doesn’t email and numbers are so much easier. So I left mine on a napkin.

 

The Next time I saw him, he said thanks for the number. Okay, so it’s been well over a week I’d say and nothing. I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything. But it kinda makes me bitter.

Bartenders are tricky though, eh? You can’t tell if one likes someone because they have to be uber nice to everyone and be talkative, attentive, etc. Tricky business I say.

So I’m not too bummed out, I will say it is the first bar I enjoyed thoroughly and went to on a consistent basis, first bar I went to by myself, and first time I have ever left my number. Baby steps.

 

He is ridiculously charming though. And has that British accent. And Jesus, when he shakes a drink–he does it well. Not like those jv boys who look like they are painfully jerking off. Ah. And he is part of a Shakespeare Festival thingamajiggy.

We shall see.

 

-r